Deep in a kingdom that nobody knowsa king that should not be there sat on a thronewhile the princess whose title should have rosewithered away in a cold stone close.

She looked down at her country from her high up cellwishing someone could see her, stuck in her small hellbut no matter what she did, be it shout or yellno one found her, in this place that she did dwell.

The people she should rule thought she was deadA rumour the fake king decided to spreadto stop people asking questions of why he was at the headof the kingdom that had royalty, somewhere, royalty that fled.

But the Princess refused to give into the manand every day she was locked up she came up with a planand days turned to months as she dug to solid landuntil finally she made it, and up she ran.

Through the streets where the people turnedthey knew by her eyes, the princess had returnedthey followed her up to the castle gate, and the air burntwith the anger of the people with the lies they had learnt.

The fake kings face paled as she walked inand she stole his crown with a careless grinfor the kingdom was hers, her rule must begin:and she sat in the throne where she should have always been.

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